As the early morning sun peeked through the curtains of his room, Toilet Boy's body tingled with anticipation. Today was the day he had been waiting for; today, the almighty Scat Goddess had summoned him to partake in her divine waste. He couldn't help but feel a deep sense of reverence and submission wash over him.
For days now, Toilet Boy had been kept in a state of deprivation, his stomach rumbling and craving the sweet taste of his mistress's shit. He remembered the last time he had tasted it, how it had filled him up and how he could feel it warm and squishy against his insides. It was as if he were being filled with a delicious dessert. His cock had hardened just thinking about it.
He could hear the soft clicking of high heels approaching his door and his heart skipped a beat. The door swung open, revealing the stunning goddess standing before him. She was wearing a form-fitting black leather bodysuit that hugged every curve of her perfect body. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back in mesmerizing waves, framing her strikingly beautiful face. But it was her eyes that caught Toilet Boy off guard—they were filled with an unmistakable spark of malice and delight.
"Are you ready to feast, my toilet boy?" she purred, her voice dripping with velvety sweetness.
Toilet Boy couldn't speak; he could only nod enthusiastically. He scrambled to his feet and knelt before her, his head bowed in humility.
The Scat Goddess walked over to the bathtub where she had instructed him to wait earlier that morning. She leaned down, her breasts press against his face, and pushed him forward into the filthy water. It was cold and uncomfortable, but Toilet Boy didn't care; all he wanted was to be close to his mistress's divine waste.
He felt something warm and squishy land on his lips, and he eagerly opened his mouth to receive more. He heard the Goddess chuckle as she gazed down upon him, watching as he greedily consumed her feces. She laughed even harder when he began to lap up the excess shit that had dripped onto the sides of the tub.
"Ah, my toilet boy," she cooed. "You are a true disciple of my foul art. Watch how I play with my shit, and then you can try to imitate me."
And with that, the Scat Goddess leaned over once again and placed a firm but gentle hand on Toilet Boy's head. She guided his mouth as she pressed the smooth, warm turds deep into his throat. He felt himself gagging and choking, but he didn't stop; instead, he struggled to push past the nausea and continue to service his divine mistress.
She withdrew her hand, leaving him gasping for air, and then she began to play with her shit. She squeezed it between her fingers, making it ooze and stretch like warm taffy. She then used her slender fingertips to smear the thick, gooey kaviar across his face, into his hair, and onto his chest. It was a sensation unlike anything he had ever experienced before.
After what felt like hours (but was in reality only a few short minutes), the Scat Goddess finally declared that she was finished. She sauntered over to the edge of the tub and leaned down once again, this time staring deep into Toilet Boy's eyes.
"Drink it all," she commanded, her voice steady and firm. "Every last drop of my glorious shit."
Toilet Boy nodded eagerly, his mouth opening wide. He sucked in great gulps of air, preparing himself for the onslaught to come. The Goddess grinned wickedly before releasing a torrent of thick, steaming feces into his eagerly awaiting mouth. He felt it sliding down his throat, filling him up as it went.
When he could no longer swallow, Toilet Boy held his breath and waited for the inevitable rush of violently expelling his mistress's waste. But instead, he felt himself growing hard, his cock straining against the confines of his leather bondage gear. The Scat Goddess laughed triumphantly and walked over to a nearby mirror.
She slowly unzipped her leather bodysuit, revealing her perfect, puckered asshole. With a knowing grin, she motioned for Toilet Boy to approach. He crawled over to her, his cock aching with desire. She spread her cheeks apart, exposing her tight, pulsating rosebud.
Toilet Boy positioned his hard cock at the entrance to her asshole and slowly pushed forward. He felt her warm tightness engulf him, the flesh of her rectum squeezing and milking his shaft. He began to thrust into her, his movements slow and methodical at first but soon becoming faster and more intense.
The Scat Goddess threw her head back, her long dark hair cascading down her back like a waterfall. She closed her eyes and moaned, her pleasure clear in every fiber of her being. And as Toilet Boy felt himself reaching the pinnacle of ecstasy, he knew that this was how it was meant to be—him serving his divine mistress, his cock buried deep inside her glory hole.
As he released his seed into her bowels, Toilet Boy felt a sense of infinite gratitude and humility wash over him. He was but a mere vessel for the Scat Goddess's glory, and he would gladly serve her for eternity if she so wished.
